Romans & histoires Erotic Whipping Stories

he demanded, the whip trailing lightly over my back. “Please, fuck me,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “I need your cock inside me.” He didn’t make me wait long. Gripping my hips, he thrust into my pussy in one brutal stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, the stretch burning so good as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against my clit. He set a punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the chain rattling with every movement. The whip occasionally grazed my sides, heightening the sensations until I was a writhing mess beneath him.

He knew what to do he began to smack my ass with the crop; he swung down hard, the whip cracked on my ass loudly because of the leather. I reached between my legs and pulled the snaps on the crotch of my outfit. It spring up over my ass. He continued to smack me ass with the whip. I could feel the whelps starting to form. I still didn’t want him to stop it was turning me on; I spread my legs further for him. He pushed me over so my hands were touching the floor. He made me spread my legs a little further and he cracked the whip, the leather hit my pussy lips and stung like hell.

A messy gush of her juices squirted around the toy and ran down her ass crack. Sweat poured down her stomach. I dragged the whip slowly over her clit, teasing the sensitive nub before I switched to heavier strokes. The leather kissed her right nipple again and again until the peak turned deep purple. She thrashed and screamed. “Ma..ster, please. I can’t do this,” she begged me. I didn’t say anything, instead I moved to the left, whipping her tit until it glowed. Then I aimed lower and cracked the whip right over her mound. The impact jolted the vibrator deeper. Her scream turned into a filthy, guttural moan.

He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together. I watched his thick cock disappear into her over and over, stretching her tight hole, coated in her creamy juices. The wet slapping of his hips against her ass filled the room. Sarah’s moans vibrated through my clit as she licked and sucked me without mercy, even while getting railed from behind. “Harder,” she gasped between licks. “Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for years.” Jake growled and obliged, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them as he drove into her faster. I could see her pussy gripping him, creaming around his shaft. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Her fingers trail across my body, the whip hitting and, once again, not hard enough to make me jump. I feel her fingers stroking across my skin, her lips beginning to kiss as she moves. The feel of the pinwheel running down my body, all these feelings, bringing back so many memories. Her hand grabs my cock hard, squeezing, trying to hurt me. Her grip loosens, and she moves to start kissing across my body again, slowly the whip hitting, this time a lot harder.

He whipped her again, this time across her breasts, watching her body react to the sensation. She arched her back, pushing her chest towards him, craving the sharp sting and the rush of heat that followed. His smirk widened. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. He leaned in, kissing the spots where the whip had landed, his lips soothing the reddened skin. “I love seeing you like this.” Ana’s breath hitched as his mouth moved over her, the contrast between the sting of the whip and the softness of his kisses heightening her arousal. “It feels so Fucking good,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Tell me what a lying slut you are.” “I’m a slut!” she screamed, the bed shuddering with their motion. “A lying slut who tricked you just to get your cock in my ass!” “Good girl,” he praised, his hand coming down to smack her ass again, the sting mingling with the internal burn. He fucked her harder, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. The sounds were obscene—the slap of skin, his grunts, her choked cries. The whiskey bottle on the desk rattled.

he cracked it against the bed as he tore open a condom and cracked the whip again as I slid it along his shaft. “Spread your legs for me.” he ordered. I had to be dripping at this point. I shuddered as an idea came to my head. “Make me.” Fire ignited in his eyes, and he had a smirk across his face. The whip crashed down again, but this time, smacking my thigh and leaving it red. I yelped through ragged breaths. “Spread them.” Silence. I was debating on whether to submit or not, but he took my silence as an answer. Another crack of the whip.

By the giant erection in the guy's pants, he enjoys inflicting pain on her. I can't tear my eyes away, a mixture of fascination and revulsion churning in my stomach. The woman's cries grow louder, her body arching with each crack of the whip. The man leans in, whispering something in her ear that makes her shiver. His hands trail over her reddened skin, relieving the ache as he strokes his erection. Wetness begins to pool between my legs as I imagine Diego doing that to me, but then it's tainted just as quickly. Flashes of Nathan taking me against my will take over, and I immediately want to vomit.

He muttered like he had forgotten while he trailed the leather part of the whip up my leg slowly before placing his foot in between my legs, forcing them apart suddenly. I shivered as the whip approached my dripping pūssy. I wasn’t able to move from my spot or squirm appropriately since he was still holding my wrist against my chest tightly. “I love hearing your labored breath.” He voiced in my ear as the whip moved to my belly button and up to the breāst that wasn’t covered by our arms. “But you know what I like more than that?” He asked, switching to whisper in my other ear. “What?” I panted, feeling my wetness run down my thighs.